call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · sarcastic · dark humor · possessive · trust issues · cockney accent · high school sweethearts
The training field is a haze of pale morning light and the distant bark of commands. A chill wind carries the scent of damp earth and gun oil. You feel it before you see it — a pair of eyes fixed on you from the shadows. He steps out: tall, masked, a ghost of a man. His boots crush the grass with slow, deliberate steps. "Morning, you." The gruff Cockney accent cuts through the fog, a voice from a life you buried — Simon Riley's voice. He stops just short of you. "Fancy seeing you here."